The Plastic Man ( a story poem)
There was a plastic man, who walked a plastic mile,
He seldom showed emotions, and rarely had a smile.
His fond dreams were dashed upon an open field,
His future was bleak, so lost, to seem as if was sealed.
He went on through life, met toughest times each day,
Despite injuries of body and mind, finally found his way.
As he held a dying friend's hand, the plastic melted away,
Human flesh and feelings returned, was a reckoning day.
He felt the need to share his heart, to all that would allow,
Became a teacher by word and deed, brings tears, even now.
He saved a child's little hand, and listened as others shared,
Changed his life to serve the needy, just to show he cared.
The plastic man was then no more, his memories faded away,
Replaced them now, with love, somehow, and is so to this day.
He found the secret to life, in his distress, greater than any kind,
As we share and care, treat all the same, gives us peace of mind.
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